Cesilia didn't like Maxime touching her like this. The dress she wore exposed her smooth shoulders, and Maxime left warm, wet marks on them, in front of some crew members who were still passing by the dressing room.
Maxime chuckled, "I wasn't eavesdropping. I just happened to overhear. Turned Cesilia's body to face him. "Darling, I want you. Let's go to a hotel or back to the house." He lifted Cesilia's chin with his index finger.
Cesilia shook her head, pushing away Maxime's hand. "I'm tired, Maxime. You just did it a while ago, and now you want it again? We just arrived, and I want to work."
"Of course. If necessary, we can do it every hour, every minute, every second." He closed the gap between them. "I've told you, your body is intoxicating, Darling."
He was about to kiss Cesilia,
